Trust Me... (Closed)

Chapter One: The Slut Master
Slut's Do It For Pride, never forget that



"Trust Me.... There isn't a woman on this planet that I couldn't break" boasted Charlie Skaggz.

He was in the bar with his buddy's, after hours, and Chuck was quite drunk.

"Not one fucking cunt, even that one running for president, I could break her will in a New York fucking minute!"

Sam, the bartender looked at the drunk bastard, and shook his head. "That's it Chuck, give me your key's, your in no condition to drive home."

"Trust me... I can drive, Sammy boy" Chuck slurred.

"The hell you can, now give me your damn key's or your sleepig here on the fuckin floor!" Sam ordered.

Chuck ignored the bartender and continued ranting.

"A fucking WOMAN in the White House. What is she gonna do, go over there and suck some Sheek's cock for more oil... Fucking 4 Dollars for a goddammed gallon of fucking gas" He pounded the bar with his fist. "It just ain't right, damnit. Get her Fucking husband back in there, he KNEW how to treat bitches, that stupid asshole... had that cunt under his desk suckin his fat cock. If he had traind her right she woullda swallowed, but noooo... she hadda have a trophy, his fuckin cum all over that blue dress. Stupid asshole... "

Harry, another patron, setdown his drink and walked over to the drunken fool. "Christ Chuck, drop it already. I'm sick of your shit."

Chuck put his arm around the man's shoulder, and looked him right in the eye. "Trust Me.... cunt are only good for one thing, and that's fuckin... I'll tell you what guys, you don't beleive me, but in six months, I'll walk thru that door over there, with a cock suckin whore on my arm. She's gonna take all three of us at once and wish she had two more cocks to jerk off with her hands.
Trust me..."

Sam and Harry both laughed.

"Fuck the both of you... Put your fuckin money on the table fella's. Put your money where your mouth is... that bitch will suck the both of you drier than the Sahara desert..." Chuck grabbed his wallet and tossed it in front of Sam.

"Count it out Sammy boy. Both of you... count it out and match it. Cuz in six months time, that bitch is carrying my winnings home in her cum soaked cunt"

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Chuck woke up in a stupor. He was laying on the seat of his pick-up truck. his eye's finally focused on his wallet, laying on the floorboard. He grabbed it, and noticed it was empty, and he swore.

He managed to sit up, as the fog slowly lifted in his brain. He finally noticed a note taped to the steering wheel. He tore it off, and tried to read the words.

Fuck You Chuck,

Your kicked out of the bar for six months. We took your money, and Harry and I added to it. There is One Thousand Dollars, in the big blue mug behind the bar, waiting for you to fulfill your bet. You have till New Years Eve, to bring that bitch into the bar, and if she does everything you say, you get the money. If not, Harry and I will have a lotta extra dough to spend.

Sam and Harry

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Trust Me... Chuck needed a plan, and he needed it fast.

I left this somewhat vague until I know more about the details of this story. I can edit when needed to fit any details. I hope you like​

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It had been a long day. A very long day. Dana collasped on the couch, letting out a long, deep, soulful sigh. She looked at her blinking message machine. That would be Kim, wanting to go out, yet again. The girl just never seemed to sleep. She was wired 24/7, or at least it seemed that way to Dana.

"Maybe one drink" she said to herself. She could use it. Her feet hurt, her back hurt, and she just needed something to take her mind off her day in the ER at County Hospital. No one said being a nurse was easy. But it was her chosen profession. Sometimes she wished she had chosen something else... "Like a rich husband" she whistfully said to herself.

She did not even bother to call Kim back. She would be at the DarkRoom Bar, one of her favorite places. "Meet me there" she gushed over the answering machine.

"Yeah yeah" Dana smiled, stripping off her uniform and heading for the small bathroom. "After I shower" She had a habit of talking to herself at times, helped her to not feel so alone in the empty apartment.

Flipping on the hot water, Dana stepped in, sighing again as the warmth enveloped her, wrapping around her naked body like a comforting hug. The water soaking her pale, soft skin, quickly trailing down over the curve of her breasts, droplets lingering for a moment on the tips of her dark pink nipples. I have a nice figure, she thought to herself. Larger breasts, but not huge, a man's large handful, curve of the hips, a bit of a rounded ass, long blonde hair with twining curls that fell down her back, sparkling blue eyes.

It wasn't her fault she wasn't a slut like Kimberly. Kim would sleep with anything and everything. Not Dana. Most guys her age, and older it seemed, in fact, most guys in general, only wanted one thing, thinking that buying her dinner and a drink would get them into her pants.

Oh well, they always got what they wanted from Kim, more power to her, Dana thought, she first washing her hair, then soaping up her body, and rinsing. She stood in the shower a little longer than she had to, before finally stepping out and drying off.

A pair of jeans, black tee shirt, and black boots was her outfit of choice.

Locking the door behind her, she headed out into the night, heading for the DarkRoom Bar, and hoping that maybe, just maybe, she would meet someone interesting tonight. Anything to break up the boredom of her life.


Dana:

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Chucks Preperation's

"What the hell had he gotten himself into?" Chuck thought for the thousandth time, as he sat in the farm house kitchen, drinking some java.

He, thought about calling Sammy, and dropping the whole thing, but he knew he'd loose his money, and that really fuckin pissed him off. No, he'd go through with his plan, grab some slut someplace, and train the bitch to be a cocklovin cunt. Just thinkin about it made his fat cock hard. He fought against the urge to jerk off, he'd have to save it for the sluts mouth.

He got up, and poured another cup of coffee. Looking around the delapitaded kitchen, he sighed.

It had been years since his little girl had run off, he sure missed fuckin her, she was a good little cunt, but she had run away with some dickwad she found in highschool. Stupid cunt... daddy would have taken good care of her...

Chuck slammed the kitchen screen door shut as he headed off to the barn, he had chores to do, and room to build in the old root cellar.

His mind wandred to what type of cunt he'd look for. Maybe some blond bitch, ain't never had one of them before, bet their cunt's tasty too,, he thought, while he licked his lips. Trust me.... he'd find out, that was for sure.


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He's Charlie Skaggz ~ Trust Me...
Not really, he's William Smith, movie actor
Who made about a bazillion 60's era
Biker flicks, back in the Day... You can
Bet yer ass this guy has known a few
sluts in his tme. He's also the Guy
that Clint bare knuckle brawled with
in that Ape Movie.
Yeah, you know the one!
The one with that blonde Slut that
Clint Was fucking.

Chuck goes slut hunting

The door at Lannahan's bar opened, and Chuck entered with his 6 ft. 2 in. self fully sober.

Sam looked to see who was coming in, and he hadto squint to make out Chucks face. "Damnit Chuck...." "Fuck You Sammy, I'm Straight, so stuff it."

Sam shook his arm at the man, "You just behave, Skaggz."
Chuck rolled his eyes, walk's over towards Sam. He leaned on the long teak bar, and spoke.

"Sammy, I need a favor, and you won't have to put up with me anymore today.. I need your Van, man"

"Huh, what the fuck for?"

I'm going hunting, you dickhead"

"Why do you need my van to get some broad?"

"Because she'd look pretty suspicous, all tied up in the back of my pick-up truck, stupid! Give me the fucking key's already. I'm buring daylight here for christ's sakes."

Sam shook his head. "Listen! You fuck this up, and get me in trouble, it's your ass, you shithead." Sam dug in his pant's and dug out the key's. He tossed them to the man.

Chuck cought them without a thought. "Don't You Trust Me..." He turned to walk out. Sam called to him.

"Don't you want to see the money Chuck?"

"Nope. I ain't worried about MY money, it WILL be there Sammy, I trust you.. Cuz, if it's NOT there, I'll blow your fucking head clean off on New Years Day.. Trust Me..."

Chuck Laughed and walked out. "Stupid Asshole" he muttered.

Sam let out a long sigh as the man walked through the door. "Shithead" he muttered. He picked up the bar rag, and started wiping, wondering what kind of girl he'd bring back, this time. Sam looked up and muttered under his breath "Ma, why did you have to fuck HIS father?"

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I've been drivin' all night,
My hand's wet on the wheel
There's a voice in my head
That drives my heel
It's my baby callin',
Says: I need you here
And it's a half past four
And I'm shifting gear


Chuck had the van's radio blasting, and he almost missed it. He was coming over the top of a hill and he cought a a flash of color, of someone standing on the side of the road.

He slammed on the brakes, and skidded to a smokey stop. Looking in the mirror, he see's someone's standing there.

"Shit, it's a guy."

The guy, runs up to the van door out of breath.

Chuck looks at the kid for a second, then roll's down the window. "Where ya headed boy?"

"Hey man, thanks for stopping, I've been out here all day. You going by Orlando?"

"Yeah sure, hop on in." Chuck tells him.

Chuck looks the kid over as he climbs in, sorta skinny for his tastes, but Chuck ain't picky about boy's.

The kid flip's his sandy blonde air off his brow, looks over at Chuck. "Thanks man, it's fucking hot out there. I'm Steve" he added as an after thought..

"I'm Charlie, but everyone calls me Chuck," he say's, then extends his hand for the kid to shake.

Chuck hit's the gas and pulls the van back on the road. "What ya doin in Orlando kid?"

"Goin back to work." The kid looks at Chuck and he think's he's cool so he ask's "Hay man, mind if I catch a buzz?"

Chuck looks over at the kid, "What, you got some smoke?"

"Sure Man, want some?"

"Fuck Yes!"

"Cool, I just picked up some yesterday, gotta use it up before I go back to work."

"What do you do?"

"Oh, the most boring shit on the planet man, typing medical records into the hospital database."

"Me, I got a farm back towards Brooksville."

"Cool, ever grow any weed?"

"Naw, alway's wanted to but the fucking cop's watch everything. I got a buddy on the force, you wouldn't believe the storys I hear."

Chuck watches as the kid pulls out a little baggie of pot, unroll's it and stuffs some inside a wooden pipe.

"Hey man watch the road" Steve say's laughing. He lights the bowl and takes a big hit, then hands it to Chuck. He sucks in a big hit himself, and starts coughing. The van starts swerving as he's hacking out his lungs.

"Shit, that's some good Stuff" he says finally.

They smoke the bowl together, the kid making sure Chuck had a lit bowl so he wouldn't swerve again.

Steve looks over to Chuck, "So man what are you doing in Orlando?"

"I'm gonna find me a slut, and fuck her brains out." he says with a laugh.

"I know a slut, will she's pretty loose anyway"

"Yeah, do tell"

"She's got a friend I really like, but I don't think she likes me."

"Did ya fuck her yet?"

"How the hell would I do that, she won't even give me the time of day." Steve said with a frown. I mean we talk, but... "

"What about?"

"You know, work stuff. Who'se dating who, just normal shit, man"

"Well did ya ever take her out drinking and dancing? Get her out there on the dance floor, hold her close, then whisper in her ear some really hot shit?"

"Like what"

Chuck looks at the kid, "What the fuck, you tell the slut what she wants to hear, ya dickhead!"

Steve smirk's then he looks at Chuck, "Likeeeee?"

"Oh come on! Listen kid. All sluts all wanna hear the same thing. You tell them there pretty, beautiful, yadda yadda.. anything that they will appreciate, how fucking nice there boob's are, even something as stupid as a hairstyle, works every time"

"But I do that, well sorta..."

"Not Well Sorta, listen kid. ALL Sluts all need a confident man, a take charge kinda guy. Ya know the John fucking Wayne manly man kinda shit ~ I take What I want and baby I want you~ type. They wany somebody with fucking Charisma. Why do you think sluts play around so much? Because there looking for THE guy that they WANT to please. "

"Listen kid, sluts know who they wanna fuck within about 2 minutes of meeting someone. That's all the time you have to impress them."

"Really?"

"Ya, if it even takes them that long. Slujts already know there going to get fucked, they just gotta figure out who has the right tool, and hope that the mind that comes with it, knows how to use it!"

Chuck just shakes his head at the kid. He grabs his CD case and throws it at him. "Bad Company find it"

the kid fishes through the case and finally finds the CD. Chuck rip's it out of his hand and looks for the song. Here kid, Listen To This

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The radio's playing some forgotten song
Brenda Lee's "Coming on Strong"
The road's got me hypnotized
And I'm speeding into a new sunrise

They had stopped to gas up, and grab some snacks for the road. Orlando was close. Chuck had to make his move...

They had just finished another bowl of Steve's pot, and Chuck was feeling good.

Chuck looked over at the kid. "Feeling mellow now?"

"Oh yeah man, I was starving."

"Yeah, me too" Chuck made up his mind. "Kid, I want you to do something."

"Whats that man?"

"Well, your starting to get the picture, but you need something else. Kid, pull down your zipper and take your cock out."

Chuck felt the boy stiffen up in the other seat.

"Why the fuck would I do that?" Steve asked nerviously.

Chuck sighed. "You stupid shit, I'm not gonna reach over there and play with it. You need to stop thinking with your head and start thinking with your Dick. Now take the fucking thing out!"

The kid finally started to relax after a minute, and Chuck heard his zipper going down. He Smiled, he could read people like a book.

"That's better. Now just hold the damn thing in your hand, lean back, and let old Chock here tell you about Sluts."

"Kid, ya ever watch porn?"

"Yeah sure, sometimes"

"Ya ever see those movies where there's one girl and a whole group of guy's jerkin off over her face?"

"Yeah, I seen that, it's pretty fucking hot." The kid said. He was getting into this now, he started moving his hand.

"Ya ever wonder why a cunt would want to do something like that, Kid?

"Sure, they love cum, man"

Chuck laughed his ass off" "Sure that's part of it kid, but the stupid cunt don't just wake up one morning and and think Gee, maybe I'll have a Bukkake party tonight, what do you think about that Honey?"

Steve Laughed too. "Sure would be nice if they did, I'd be first in line for some of that." The kids hand was moving at a faster pace now

"What Did you say this girl friend of your's name was?"

"Dana... man she is sweet!"

"listen up kid, I have a proposition for you."

"What's that Chuck?" he asked.

Chuck Makes A Deal

{Now, As soon as you feel that strike, set the hook real hard ~ Babe Winkelman}

"Kid, this is your lucky day."

"Why's that?" Steve Asked.

"Old Chuck here is going to give you a christmas present, the key's to a brand new slut!"

"Yeah right. That fucking pot went to your head man!" Steve laughed.

"You love this girl, Steve?"

"Yeah."

"What the fuck is that? Yeah" Chuck mimic's, then bust's out laughing.

"Well, I love her but I don't know how she feel's?"

"Well how about this, If Dana was kneeling before you, with tears streaming down her cheeks, pleading with you to marry her?"

Chuck heard the kid grunt, and a low moan escape his hitchhiker's mouth. Chuck sniffed, smelling something that had a familiar scent to it. He smiled.

"Oh, fuck yea!"

"Chuck is going to make your fantasy come true, kid" he announced.

"How?"

"I'll just ask her how she feel's about you, and if she's willing to learn what it takes to please you, that's how."

"What if she says no?"

"No slut says no to Chuck Skaggz. If she doesn't want to play ball, we will just have to adjust her attitude, kid."

"Why are you doing this Chuck? I don't want to get her in trouble man!" Steve was starting to take Chuck seriously. Could this man really do what he was saying? The thought of Dana as his wife thrilled him, but Chuck was talking about making her his slut. He wasn't sure if he wanted a slut for a wife? Sure the idea thrilled him, but all those guy's make a lot of cum. A Lot of cum. She'd make me suck it out of her too, I bet. Steve Shivered. He liked the idea.

Chuck watched the kid work out the problem. He knew this was a critical moment for Steve. He had to understand the benifits. He was the right type of guy, a good slut would turn him into a cuckhold, and he'd beg for her to fuck around, just to get his reward.

"Chuck? You can really do this, I mean make her do it?"

"Sure Kid, I can do it, I've done it before."

"She'll really be mine?"

"If she wants you, and my job is to make her want that too, so yes she will really be yours, on New Years Day, of course."

"Whats so special about then?"

"I collect on my bet from my asshole brother in law, and his buddy."

"What Bet?"

"That I can find a girl, and turn her into a slut by New Years. Your little girlfriend is going to do all three of us, and your going to watch it all happen, kid."

"Holy shit, that would be hot, I'll do it man!"

"One more thing kid, this ain't free, your going to owe me something."

Steve frowned. "Oh, what's that?"

"Anytime I want her, your going to bring her to me, and there's one more thing, kid. The Day I give her to you, your going to suck my dick. You got that Steven?"

Steve Shivered. He thought about it for a second.

"Yes, Sir."

Chuck laughed, "Now aren't you glad that I picked you up!" Seeing the reaction on Steve's face, Chuck laughed again.

He reached over and grabbed the kid's cock... and started stroking it... Quietly he started to tell the kid a story about a slut.

The kid moaned in a few minutes. Chuck licked his fingers clean, then smiled.

"Trust me... Everything is going to work out fine."

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